One of the most shit-filled days I’ve had since moving to New York was the day I left my video camera in a cab. That doesn’t even come close to being fucking burglarized and having my laptop, PS3, and Tag Heuer watch stolen in one fell swoop. Our apartment was broken into yesterday some time between 6pm and 6:30pm.

I came home around 9pm to find the front door smashed through the frame - the frame housing shattered, like someone had put their foot through it with such force that almost took it of its hinges. I knew something wasn’t quite right. I ran through the apartment shouting for Sarah or Rob - nobody in. My bedroom door was open (which it never is, I close it behind me when I leave), and my stomach sank… I saw that my television was still there, alas the space where my PS3 once sat was now empty. I looked over to my left to my dresser and my laptop had gone too.

[much freaking out - cops called - they arrive in minutes]

I could go on with how the night went, but it was pretty uneventful except for plenty of police activity in the apartment, and me finally getting to bed at around 1am. I didn’t sleep much, and woke at about 5am - wiped out.

Luckily I had taken out renter’s insurance a few months ago through GEICO, and called them first thing this morning to report my claim. I should get the full value of my stolen property, which is around $4,000. I was even luckier due to the fact that they didn’t take my camera equipment - I’d stashed it out of plain sight for no particular reason a few days ago - so glad I did. I’m pissed about my watch though - I bought that for myself about 8 years ago with my first ever commission check at my old company in England - that watch held a lot of sentimental value for me. A detective from last night gave me some interesting advice… wait a coupe of days and frequent the local pawn shops - it’s likely that our laptops, the PS3, and my watch, was sold off quickly for some fast cash. I’ll post back here with any developments.

What a fucked up day.